Bianca
I sat, my mouth like an O.
St Just had brought me to the basement and I stood, shocked and trembling, beside him as he pointed out the various instruments of torture in the large room. The walls had curtains of red damask which added to the sinister atmosphere of the room.
I turned to St Just, my palms sweaty and damp as I whispered, frankly,
“I’m…scared,” I whispered and he smiled, his charming lop-sided smile.
He pulled my hand and led me to a variety of whips and strange-looking implements that made me shudder just to look at them.
“This evening,” he went on pleasantly, “I shall just spank you, little one.”
He said it like he was speaking about the menu for the evening and I went hot and cold all over.
My parents had never raised their hand to me when I was growing up; as for Heather, she was too soft and mild to say boo to a goose!
Spanked???
*
I shuddered and he pulled me to his hard body and kissed me, an exploring kiss that made me cling to him although I realized with some sadness, that it lacked the fire of O’Grady’s kisses…
*
He smiled as he put me aside and pointed to a bench.
“I think we shall begin now, Pet, before you run out like a scared rabbit!”
He had read my mind, I thought glumly.
“Take off your clothes, Pet. Not your panties, but everything else.”
He gave the small of my bag a small push and I moved to obey him, numbly.
I had never imagined myself to be a submissive but this was what I was…
*
I went to the corner and began to undress, my breath hitching as I felt St Just come and stand a little behind me. I almost jumped as something stoked the back of my thighs.
Turning, wide-eyed, I saw that it was a thin riding crop and I shuddered.
St Just seemed amused by my reaction.
*
St Just watched the expressions chasing across his young pet’s face and felt a strong urge to stop, right then, right there.
She hung back, although he was trying to push her. Suddenly, she turned to him, her hands , trembling, on his shirt as she whispered,
‘Please, I .. I’ve never done this before… I’m terrified.”
He tipped her chin up with one lean finger and kissed the soft mouth gently.
An idea came to his mind.
“Ok” he said, his hand moving to the small of her back, rubbing in small circles.
She looked at him, wordlessly, eyes wide. She was no fool, he thought drily and she had guessed, instinctively, that something equally unpleasant was coming up.
He smiled, tapping her lower lip gently as he went on,
“You are going to come with me to my playground, the Kinkster’s. That’s where I go to watch and play.”
*
Bianca stepped back in horror. No…she thought but Finn St Just’s eyes were cold and hard and for a minute, he looked a lot like his formidable half-brother, uncompromising and adamantine.
But then he said, with a wry shrug of his broad shoulders,
“Don’t you worry, Pet. I won’t get you to do anything, I won’t share you with anyone either. We’ll just watch and see how it goes, eh?”
Bianca nodded. She did not know how else to react. The thought of watching an orgy made her want to throw up. But then, St Just had let her off the hook just now, so…
“Get dressed,” he snapped, his voice altering and Bianca scampered out of the room.
He went after her, murmuring,
‘On second thoughts, I’ll decide what you are going to wear,” for he knew that she had never been anywhere near a place like the Kinksters.
*
Bianca shifted in the large seat of the SUV< trying to pull her dress down.
A little black number, St Just had said and she looked at herself again in mounting horror.
After flicking a hand through my extensive wardrobe, courtesy the designers who had done my hair and transformed me,
St Just had picked up the phone and made some demands.
Inspite of the heavy rain, a little white van had driven up to the door and a dress had been delivered. I stared at it in shock.
I'm no skinny fit and this dress was ...awful!
"It's a fetish dress," drawled St Just, his eyes narrow as he took in my expression of horror when I saw it lying on the bed.
For the black dress reached mid-thigh, clinging to my body, and it was barely there!
A mini dress with spaghetti straps, it had a sheer midriff, exposing my body to eh world! The decorations on the dress were weird, made of cord and metal rings and I had an unpleasant idea how they would be put to use.
I looked at St Just imploringly, but he just shook his head.
"The personal stylists are here, Bianca, so stop fussing."
He said it curtly and I sighed, biting my lip and lowering my head. Then his words seemed to register.
Personal stylists?
"Wh...?' I said but the door was opened by a man in a drag costume and a woman, with pink hair and bright blue lipstick. They looked at me like I was a museum exhibit and began talking over my head, like I was deaf.
"She's got big tits, Wolf," said the woman, coming and touching me.
"Hey, what...?" I snapped, shoving her hand off.
Unperturbed, the man stroked my hair,
"Lovely color, doll, where did you get it done?"
I rolled my eyes.
"it's natural," I said sweetly.
"Now can you help me, or shall I ask St Just to get rid of you?'
I snapped because I was getting more than a little panicky.
They stepped back, identical looks of comic disbelief on their painted faces.
"She's got spirit," said the man named Wolf in astonishment.
I slumped on the chair and buried my head in my hands.
*
Fifteen minutes later, I stared at myself.
My eyes almost popped out.
Wolf and Ann, because those were their names, had prattled on about the number of women they had dressed up in fetish dresses, in this very house.
It made my stomach turn as they went into details.
"Some of them, "tittered Wolf," All body jobs, of course, but not like this!"
He looked enviously at my large breasts which were straining against the sheer material.
I sighed.
In for a penny...I thought disgustedly.
*
When we stepped out of the bedroom, my two beaming attendants and I, the look on St Just's face was priceless.
"Where's Bianca?" he said and grinned when he saw my face.
"Pet, you look amazing, sexy and hot...all the men and women will want to taste you..." he said as he carefully kissed my hair, which had been washed, dried, and layered in a high ponytail, leaving my back exposed.
A large pair of dangling hoops on my ears, a slim chain and ...wait for it...a faux piercing on my belly button, completed the look.
I pushed at his chest as I whispered in terror,
"You promised, St Just!"
He laughed and kissed the tip of my nose.
"No, today, everyone gets to just look at you and drool."
I stiffened. What was he leaving unsaid?
*
The drive was silent.
I sat, staring a the darkness, my pulse hammering in my throat in fear. St Just took my cold hands in his large one and sighed,
"Don't be so frightened, little one."
I turned to him, my eyes full and I knew that my heavily made-up face would be damaged if I cried.
"Please..." I began but then, we had turned into a road, for we had been driving in the countryside for a long while and there, on top of a hill, I saw a house, lights on, the lights spilling onto the lawns.
I felt myself tremble.
"I promise," breathed Saint and I stepped out with him, on my shaky legs, feet anchored in high heels, making me totter as I found my balance.
*
We were at the Kinksters, the kinky s*x club in town.